Some Smoochies Too

Mr. Wrong came to stay again, this time for ten days. The reason, Sydney Rubber Ball 2008. Despite already having our outfits planned we spent the whole week playing latex dress-up. Of course the dressing up and subsequent polishing led to allsorts of naughtiness.

We snogged like kids on the sofa
He tied me to the bed
I tied him to the bed
He strapped me to the St Andrews Cross he’d made me
We deprived each other of sleep
I put him in high heels and twisted his nipples
We sucked parts of anatomy that bring great pleasure
He held me down and tickled my sides, I laughed like a drain
We nearly made out in the cupboard in Parliament House, but he bottled
He made me tense so hard that I nearly pulled the cleats off the bedposts
He took my photograph
I took his picture
I made him lose control
He returned the favour

PS. Rubber Ball was a little disappointing, but we looked hot in corsets

Mr. Wrong

While I was overseas I met with a Queensland based Brit. A three hour coffee date at a motorway services was a laugh. Despite having totally different backgrounds we had a bit in common.

I drove away from that meeting with no hopes of ever seeing him again but it’s been just the opposite. He’s become my almost constant telephone companion, he’s been to stay and we’ve attended a rope bondage workshop together. We both came to the conclusion rope look really pretty, but is a pain. Cuffs are much quicker.

We went to a club and ended up making out like a pair of teenagers in a dark corner. We were both dressed in rubber and it was the perfect night for it. We squeaked together on the back seat of the cab and laugh about the next person jumping and sliding right through because of all the silicone on the plastic seats.

We went to the Blue Mountains and took random pictures of things and talked endlessly about allsorts of random crap. We laughed at daft things. We ate chicken and chips out of paper while looking at the Three Sisters and he discovered the wonders of chicken salt. Then we went for a walk and discussed coming back at night wearing latex for a photo shoot.

He looks amazing in latex stockings and suspender belt and my ballet shoes.

He remembered my birthday and sent me postcards from various travel spots.

We came to the conclusion that we are both wrong. And in this case, two wrongs, really do make a right.

The Dominant

A website hook up, I met him in Brighton for lunch and he brought out the sub in me. Can’t say why…maybe it was just a desire to let go and the need not to come up with creative play ideas.

We agreed I’d go to his place to play, he has allsorts of yummy latex to play with. Once again I had my safety calls in place, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t need them. I was right. He was a total gentleman except of course when he had me sat in his lap, his fingers on my clit and other hand across my mouth giving me a taste of breath play. Or when I was spread eagled on his latex covered bed tied down so I couldn’t get away from the vibrator he was using to tease me until I was having trouble drawing breath. Then there was the time I was laying on the bed with my head hanging over the side with his cock pumping in and out of my mouth.

I’ll miss him

The Vacbed

I got to have a go in a Vacbed in return for what I would class as my first Professional assignment, only I hadn’t made the switch at that point and I didn’t get paid.

I met the tallboy on a website and we got on well. We spoke, we met and we arranged to play. My gut was warning me about something but I couldn’t pin down the reason for it, so I gave all the date details to my sister and told her I would call.

I met him in a hotel room on a motorway. I was armed with my case of goodies and so was he. It was very odd from the start. He was dressed in a catsuit, hood and gloves when he opened the door. I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt the only thing that gave away my intentions was the riding crop sticking out the top of my case.

After changing and putting my game face on I took charge. I teased him and gave him a jolly good spanking. I fucked his arse with a strap-on and tossed him of ‘til he came. I received no attention from him at all. He hugged me before retreating to the bathroom for a shower.

I was still wearing my catsuit when he appeared wearing a towel. He said, ‘your turn’.

I was surprised as he led me toward the Vacbed laid out on the floor. And told me to get in. He told me to place my face under the short white breathing tube and get comfy. I lay there loosely enclosed between two layers of latex. The smell surrounded me. As I placed the white tube between my lips I heard the zip start to ascend and my own breathing. He told me what was happening at each stage.

‘The suction motor is quite loud.’

I wasn’t listening. I was taking in the sensation of the latex being pulled onto my body by the suction. It was cold on my skin and wrapping around me. The underside of my legs, my back, my front, my feet…all were being encased in a veil of rubber latex. My breathing sounded louder. Then the motor when silent.

‘I don’t want to freak you out’

I could feel the air leaking in and creating spaces between my body and the latex pocket. The euphoria I felt with the coming suction leaked away as the air leaked in. I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine coming down feels somewhat like I did in that moment.

I was in the bed about 90 seconds in total, it felt like a lifetime.

Now I want one.

Latex Galour

I mentioned that while in the UK recently I did a bit of latex shopping. Here's the proof and this is just the stuff that hangs. It doesn't include the hoods, gloves and suspender belts that have been recently added too.